Thunder Scours the Ground! The Poisoned Harpoon at the East Coast Dock

"I am the storm, the master of all elements!"

"Winds heed my command, thunder follow me!"

"Ancient winds and sands, heed my call, cleanse this creation of hatred!"

Storm hovered in mid-air, her silver hair flying wildly in the swirling air currents.

Thick, dark clouds gathered in the night sky outside the mine.

Countless bolts of lightning poured down through the three-foot-wide hole!

The titanium alloy wall, which was originally pushing inward, was forcibly held back by the skyrocketing air pressure.

The Ghoul had just wiped the sour bamboo shoot juice off his face, looked up at the majestic woman in mid-air, his dark red hair standing on end.

What bullshit about Mutants killers, what thrill of torturing the disabled—all of that was crushed to dust in this instant.

This is a battle on a completely different level!

Even serial killers have to abide by basic laws, you know? How can you just start by calling in natural disasters to whitewash things?

Without daring to entertain even the slightest thought of getting revenge, the monster's entire body glowed with gray light, preparing to use short-distance teleportation to escape into the depths of the mine.

"Trying to run? Did you even ask me?"

Ueda Kenji gritted his teeth, which were bleeding.

The pain of having half of his shoulder blown off and his collarbone broken and piercing through his flesh made it difficult for him to remain rational.

But his inherent artist's stubbornness and overwhelming killing intent towards monsters completely overwhelmed his fear of his own alienation at this moment.

Screw self-loathing, screw the monster shell!

On the battlefield where you protect your comrades, the greatest art is the ability to tear the enemy apart!

Dozens of biomechanical tentacles burrowed into the ground, weaving together into a web of bone spurs in just half a second.

The Ghoul had just disappeared from its original spot when it was forced to fall out of its teleportation state in a corner ten meters away.

The moment his feet touched the ground, two sharp biomechanical bone spurs pierced his ankles, causing him to scream in pain.

Those who blaspheme against the sky and life deserve to be reduced to dust in the flames of thunder!

Storm, suspended in mid-air, raised her right hand and pointed it at the Ghoul from a distance.

A massive bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the Ghoul squarely!

A 100,000-volt high-voltage current instantly coursed through his body, and the ruthless serial killer convulsed violently amidst the lightning.

The skin visibly darkened and cracked.

His deformed, short third arm, hanging from his left rib, couldn't even hold on for three seconds before it carbonized and disintegrated on the spot.

It shattered into grayish-black bone dust in the blazing white light, which then dissipated without a trace due to the violent wind pressure.

A full ten seconds of thunderous baptism.

When the lightning subsided, the Ghoul, the once ferocious serial killer, was now enveloped in billowing black smoke.

Its entire body was charred and stiff, and it crashed straight onto the floor.

Why did it change back?

Once the devastating explosions around them had completely subsided, the Tiger of the Serious Crimes Unit's eyes darted around, unleashing an astonishing burst of energy.

"Safe! The scene is now completely under our control!"

A leather boot stepped on the Ghoul's charred back, and a gun barrel was pressed against his forehead.

With his boots still on the person, he casually pulled out a high-definition body camera, found a low angle that made his face look thinner, and took several close-up shots of himself and the Ghoul at his feet.

"Kenji, and Ororo, you're both members of the public here, so keep your eyes peeled!"

"Everyone saw it clearly, right? The situation was extremely critical just now; the suspect put up a desperate resistance and attempted to detonate the sealed room!"

"If it weren't for our team leader's quick thinking and self-sacrifice at the last second, risking his life to throw our bureau's secretly developed weapon, which blew open the ventilation shaft and drew in the lightning bolt, we would all be dead here today!"

"This is what it means to strategize within the command tent and win battles a thousand miles away!"

At this point, Cao Dahua put the body camera back on his chest and leaned close to Ueda Kenji.

"Ueda, listen to your uncle's advice. The department's performance evaluation report is directly linked to your year-end bonus and performance appraisal."

"When you're writing the report later, remember to emphasize and bold the key details of our team leader's brave, decisive, and calm command under pressure!"

Ueda Kenji withdrew his tentacles, looked at the chubby team leader who had just been running away in fear, and finally nodded obediently.

"Okay, I'll write the report. Team Leader Cao deserves immense credit."

Storm swung her sleeve, shattering the surrounding walls.

"Let's go, let's see what unspeakable secrets are hidden down there."

At the same time, on the east coast of Maine, at the Silver Peak Consortium's secret maritime smuggling dock.

The sea breeze howled, and the waves crashed against the breakwater.

An ocean-going cargo ship is docked in a deep-water berth.

Hundreds of heavily armed Marauders mercenaries patrolled the deck and the surrounding array of containers.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

With a roar, three figures burst out from the shadows on the west side of the dock.

Leading the charge are the Dust Angels.

The girl took a deep breath, and her adrenaline surged wildly.

He immediately picked up a four-ton forklift and slammed it down onto the heavy machine gun in front of the cargo ship's gangway.

The forklift, along with three containers, was destroyed by a single blow.

"Well done!"

Following closely behind, Riptide a cold snort, his burly body transforming into a rapidly spinning purple tornado that crashed directly into the dense crowd.

The violent cyclone tore at the surrounding metal containers, causing them to sway wildly.

Forty or fifty guards, armed with weapons, didn't even have a chance to pull the trigger before being pulled up twenty meters into the air by the powerful suction, and were repeatedly thrown around, leaving them dizzy and disoriented.

Li Hongqi moved with agility, leaping swiftly across the container roof.

He used his baton to strike the wrists and kneecaps of any guards who slipped through the net, knocking them down with a single blow, leaving the guards crying out in pain.

In less than three minutes, the defensive line outside the dock was completely torn apart by the three men.

The Dust Angel smashed the cargo ship's hatch at the bottom with a single punch, causing his adrenaline levels to drop rapidly and the dark lines on his face to slowly fade.

A wave of exhaustion washed over her, forcing her to bend over and gasp for breath while holding onto the edge of the container.

Just as her old strength was exhausted and her new strength had not yet arisen.

In the shadow of the 30-meter-high signal tower atop the cargo ship, a short, stocky Inuit man with red hair stood up.

Those emotionless eyes locked onto the Dust Angel below, who was bent over, panting.

His rough right hand gripped the metal harpoon, and without any warning, the harpoon flew out of his hand, tearing through the night sky and heading straight for the Dust Angel's back!

"Christina! Watch out behind you!"

The nearby Riptide sensed the fierce wind and spun around at full speed, trying to use the powerful vortex wind field to blow the harpoon off course.

The metal harpoon, imbued with the bioenergy of molecular dissociation, disregarded the physical deflection of the tornado's airflow and pierced directly through the purple wind wall.

The tip of the spear was less than three meters away from the Dust Angel!